she's like the swallow that flies so high

she's like the river that never runs dry

she's like the sunshine on the lee shore

I love my love and love is no more



'twas out in the garden this fair maid did go

a-pickin' the beautiful, primerose

the more she plucked, the more she pulled

until she got her apron full



it's out of the roses she made a bed

a stoney pillow for her head

she lay her down, no word she spoke

until this fair maid's heart was broke



she's like the swallow that flies so high

and she's like the river that never runs dry

she's like the sunshine on the lee shore

I love my love and love is no more